Narrative Essay On Kyle's Memoir

On May 5th, 2013, my parents dropped the bomb on my two brothers and I that they were divorcing. I, at the time, couldn’t seem to understand why they were divorcing. They argued, a lot, but they always got over it and things always went back to normal. That’s why it was so surprising to me that they were splitting up. To be honest, I didn’t know much about divorces, so I didn’t know what to expect and it scared me. January 16th, 2014, is the day the divorce was final.

After a year, both of my parents moved on. My dad found a girl, that mind you, he has been with her for 7 years and having a new parent figure isn’t always the greatest. My mom found a guy, and today I couldn’t thank her enough for doing something right for once, but that can only last awhile. At this time I was 10, my little brother was 7, and my older brother was 12, so we all started understanding what was actually going on. One night I was watching my little brother at my mom’s house while Tanner was with my dad. We were cleaning our messy rooms like good kids, and playing with the dog outside when we got a call that our dad was being rushed to the hospital in New Hampton for getting hit in the jaw with a chain, and our mom was being taken to the ER in Cresco for collapsing at work with a seizure. About an hour later our aunt came to pick us up and told us what was actually going on.

In the Spring of 2011, my parents got a divorce. I was thirteen years old and it was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to experience. I can remember like it was yesterday when my mother sat me down and confessed the tragic news. Going through something that horrific, I would never wish divorce on anyone. Being a child of divorce, I went though the divorce differently than my mother and father did. With both parents being separated in different homes, I had to choose who I wanted to stay with on the nightly. It was a bad situation because both parents were going through such a destructive time, yet both desired always to be with my sister and I. That was the most painful and challenging decision I would have to daily make. I never

my mom and dad got a divorce when i was just in second grade. there is no doubt my life changed at that point but the changes that were to come due to the catalyzing effect of something as simple as divorce surpasses anything that my parents or i could have ever imagined at that time. obviously divorce means splitting time, splitting houses and sometimes changing schools. but for me the divorce was mainly an open door for new adults to come into the picture, on my dads side everything was simple and remained stagnant, he married to my current step mom who really had no adverse effects on my life and she has truly become a part of my life and I never had any difficulties coping with her. on my mothers side it was much more chaotic to say the least, about (2) years after the divorce she found a man named howard. We eventually moved in together in long grove and life was moving along pretty well. Howard seemed unemployed but he had called himself an entrepreneur and established his credibility when he made it big with his joystick company in the 1980s.

As soon as I was old enough to understand that my mother and father did not love each other anymore, I knew I would need a lot of strength to cope. As time passed, tensions built, and my parents finally divorced. Under these new circumstances, both of my parents wanted complete control over me. During my high school years arguments were constant and I had to be the messenger between them. Issues such as child support, bills, and how much time I would spend with each of them were constant battles. As I grew older I knew I needed to reduce the stress in my life. I was ready to move on.

During my mid-teens my family went through a lot of changes. My parents had separated and divorced,

That same night, my mother took my three sisters and me to a hotel and we remained there throughout my parents' divorce. Once again, at such a young age I did not fully comprehend the magnitude of what had been happening for a very long time. Now at age 17, I finally realize the extent of how dangerous my experience was.

One of the biggest challenges I’ve faced in my life was when my parents divorced. I had always been around kids with divorced parents, but I never thought I would be one of them. I never thought I would be the one having to answer questions like “Are you at your mom’s or dad’s house this week?”, or having to figure out who I would spend holidays with. It was a huge change, and it was by far the hardest time I’ve had in my life.

Although I remember the exact moments of the incident, its traumatic experience does not resonate with me. Divorce is an emotional disease for any student, but I was immune. In a quiet sob, my father simply left through the front door. Oddly enough, my life didn’t fall into a depressed state, but instead, it was about becoming my own sort of parent.

My parents got divorced about eight years ago. For my younger sisters and me, we didn't quite exactly understand the emotional toll that it would take on our family at the time with us being such a young age. The first night sleeping at what I now had to call “my dad’s house” was unsettling knowing just one of my parents was in the house. In my little grade school mind, I was mainly concerned with the fact that my family would never be normal again and that I would be embarrassed to tell my friends that I lived in two separate

The morning of December 10th 2011, I got onto my bus. As I got on, I noticed one of my friends, Kyleigh, wasn’t on the bus. I didn’t see her red curls over the seat like i normally did. “Where’s Kyleigh?” I asked the girl who sits next to her.

I was nine when my parents disclosed their plan to file for divorce. After gathering my younger siblings and I for a family meeting, my parents sit together on the black leather couch that now sits prominently in my step-mom’s house, waiting to be thrown out. My brother and sister sprawl out on the beige carpet living room floor. Little, four year old Ella stares at the words coming out of our loving parents’ mouths, clueless as to the life changing event unfolding. I stand near the fuzzy, brown armchair that my dad still lounges on every evening to watch TV. I feel my petite hands curl into fists and my eyes blur with tears. I had never even considered this eventuality.

Growing up I never thought that I would feel like I caused something that made me feel so comfortable and loved to end. I never thought that I would feel like reason for someone to leave their whole family. I felt so misplaced and off balance, a burden, empty and alone. Well, unfortunately that’s how I felt, believing I was the culprit for my parent divorce. I remember feeling like it was my fault, feeling like I pulled the plug to the life support that sustained the relationship.

My parents got divorced when I was just four years old. Ever since then my parents have been aparted from each other and it was rough growing up with them when they were fighting continuously on who will get custody of both my brother and I. A short year after the separation my dad met a girl named Shannon and they fell in love. My mom on the other hand was still only focusing on trying to get custody of us kids. Not that my dad wasn't focusing on that as well. Now I am going to tell you my life living with my dad and his new girlfriend and kids. I will also explain how the divorce impacted my life in a negative and positive way.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.